Mine

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Nesta looked up from her book that had been resting in her lap for the past hour. She had tried for the first half hour to actually read  the book, but her eyes kept blurring and she couldn't focus on the words. It was not as if anything was disturbing her, she had her whole library to herself, her sisters out galavanting with their own males, leaving her alone with only leather and paper for company. Yes, she had a man of her own. A newly mated man infact. It had taken her months to not growl at anyone who looked at her mate for a second longer than necessary. And the same for him in that matter. Cassain. When a male or female looked at her in anyway other than respect, she knew he was a blink away from ripping their intestines out and strangling them with them. And he was capable of it too. He was one of the 3 most powerful Illyrian warriors to have ever existed, and was the High Lord of the Night Court's Army Commander. And that's where he was right now, and had been for the past week. Taking control of the armies. Apparently there had been some uprising in the south-east of Hybern, but she knew better than to worry. Knowing the brute, he'd be offended should she worry about him, and go on and on about how many fights he's won, until her own snoring woke her up. As she looked around the room, Nesta knew there had been a shift. Not a physical shift, she hadn't heard or seen anything but something changed and her heart felt a little lighter and her stomach grew butterflies. She knew exactly what had happened and what to do. She smiled to herself slightly as she placed the ribbon bookmark in the page she had been staring at for an hour and set it down on the small coffee table to her right. As she stood from her perch on the velvet couch, she stretched like a cat and let loose a small groan, before walking off on leopard soft feet out of the library to the roof, to see her mate.

Cassain was finishing up sorting through his stuff, his back facing her when she reached the landing. He had his hair tied back into a bun he knew drove her wild  and was wearing his Illyrian fighting leathers, which were tight to his skin so she could see every ripple of the muscles in his back as he moved. She folded her arms and leaned against the threshold, waiting for him to turn around. She knew fine well that he knew she was there and was waiting on her to come to him, but she was having none of it. He realised he wasn't getting what he wanted from the sigh that escaped his lips when he turned to face her, extending his wings to their full length as he saw what she had on. Nesta had her hair down, and had a very low cut, burgundy silk dress that hugged all her curves in all the right places. She had even gone so far as to apply a little Kohl, but not so much that it was overdone as she knew today he was coming back to her.  She smirked at his gaping and stood up tall, letting her arms fall to her side and said to him
"Like what you see?"
He moved with a predators grace towards her until they were a hands width apart, and she had to crane her neck to look up at his face, their breath mixing.
"Oh, Nesta, I adore what I'm seeing." His eyes were full of lust, just like she knew hers were too, and his voice was low, raspy. He brought his head down to hers, as if to kiss her, but she placed a finger on his lips to stop him. She smiled at him innocently.
"Hmm, Cassian are you expecting to get lucky with me?"
"I will get lucky with you." He ground out, eyes blazing. She could feel her core getting hot, and her undergarments getting wet, but still she kept her finger on his lip, trailing it down his chin and along his jawline.
"But darling," she dragged out the word dramatically, "you left me for a week, I'm not sure you deserve to get lucky. I've been all alone." She pouted, her finger moving down the side of his neck, and along his shoulder.
"It was difficult for me too. Do you know how hard it is to hide the evidence of my arousal from the soldiers every time you placed an image in my mind?" His voice was getting deeper every time he spoke. Her finger trailed along his right bicep now.
"What images?" She asked sweetly, a wicked grin forming on her face.
"The ones of you just out the bath in nothing but your skin, playing with yourself." Ah yes, she thought he is definitely wanting this as much as I do.
"Oh, those? I needed completion and you weren't there to provide it, so I had to do it myself.." She trailed off, grinning wildly before taking her hand off him, turning on her heel and walking back into the hall. It was a full minute before she heard hurried footsteps catching up with her and then he had a hold of her arms. He turned her around quickly and then his mouth was pressed against hers, teeth and tongues clashing. A for dominance which she soon let him win. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and started exploring. He had her pressed against the wall, and in a flash he had that silk dress of hers ripped off her and thrown somewhere behind him. She growled,